Eight Hundred and Sixty Eight: Northern Overlord (5)
Wei Ci said, "My lord has yet to succeed in his hegemony, so he shouldn't be choked up by such private affairs."
At this time, Fengzhen made an indecent gesture and used his little finger to dig out his ear, and directly took Wei Ci's army.
"Did you hear that right? According to Zixiao's meaning, don't you think that the lord and you are a couple and have an affair?" Feng Zhen said with an expression of discovering the new world, "I just now It’s just that you are secretly in love with the lord, but you have never said how the lord reacts to you. How did you put it here, and it turned out that the lord and you are in love with each other? Could it be that there is an inside story?”
Wei Ci's face turned pale, and belatedly realized that he had been tricked by Feng Zhen, and was annoyed.
If he hadn't been well educated, he would have been unable to restrain his impulse, and would have kicked Feng Zhen out of the house.
"With a beautiful face and a charming body, he deserves to be admired and obsessed. For example, there are not many girls in your boudoir who like you?" Feng Zhen had a bit of cunning in his eyes, admiring Wei Ci's love with interest. Zhang's immortal face showed the annoyance and shame that only mortal men have. He continued, "My lord is not an ordinary woman, but she is also a person of flesh and blood. Excellent women are chased by men, and excellent men are chased by women. It is only right and proper." It's better for her to fall in love with others later. The only thing is, I'm afraid you can only marry her for a woman like the lord."
Wei Ci: "..."
After a while, Wei Ci almost squeezed his back molars, and uttered a sentence.
"Prodigal son Fengzhen, your words and deeds really live up to this nickname!"
If Wei Ci gets angry, Li Yun will be frightened, but Feng Zhen will not.
"Teasing you, why are you so serious?" Feng Zhen curled his lips indecently, and he said, "My lord is eighteen years old now, and in two years' time she should consider marriage. Do you really think she is a banished fairy from the sky?" , Food and drink for a living, no distractions, too forgetful? Take a step back and say, Zixiao held the lord on the altar as an offering, but have you ever thought about an heir? One day you will have to face this problem."
As an outsider, Feng Zhen naturally sees things more clearly than Wei Ci.
He also saw that Wei Ci did not regard Jiang Pengji as the master, but clearly worshiped her as a god.
How could he know that the gods in Wei Ci's eyes were, in the final analysis, just mortals with flesh and blood.
Feng Zhen's words calmed Wei Ci's burning flames for a while.
"Family inheritance is a common thing in human relations." Wei Ci said sadly,
"Ci has never had any undue thoughts for the lord."
Now it was Feng's turn to be puzzled.
Envy is envy, what is there to avoid?
In the oolong just now, Wei Ci was almost drowned in vinegar, but now he refused to admit it.
How can he look like an upright man with such a shyness?
It's clearly a small publicity move.
Feng Zhen said angrily, "I really don't know what you are struggling with?"
Wei Ci rubbed his brows with a headache, and said to Feng Zhen, "There are some things... you won't understand until then."
With previous experience, Wei Ci knows that this matter is not just a simple love affair between a man and a woman, but also involves many conflicts of interest behind it.
If the protagonist is not the final winner and is doomed to fail, so what if Wei Ci goes all out to confess his feelings?
But he knew that this was impossible, the lord would definitely win, and she would definitely create an unprecedented prosperity for all the people in the world.
Wei Ci didn't want himself to be a stain on her body, to give those people with broken mouths a reason to attack her.
If possible, he hoped that he could stand by and silently clear away the gravel for her so that she could walk more steadily.
Feng Zhen still wanted to make some jokes, but seeing Wei Ci's brows furrowed deeply, the pain on his face did not seem to be pretending, so he could only stop in embarrassment.
He is a prodigal son, how could he understand the truth that the more he loves and admires Wei Ci, the less he dares to approach him?
"Oh, it can't be you, it will always be someone else." Feng Zhen cupped his sleeves with both hands, and every word he said could be turned into a knife blade in Wei Ci's heart, "Just now Han Mei was just a slip of the tongue, you will be jealous Fucking sex, waiting until 'nightmare come true', tsk tsk—”
Feng Zhen added another sentence, "Why can't you figure it out?"
Wei Ci remained silent.
The prodigal son said, "I don't understand what you are worried about, but if you think about it carefully, you can probably guess one or two. It's nothing more than worrying about other people's gossip and future disputes between children? It's not difficult to say, you directly Wouldn't it be enough to change the surname and become a married woman?"
Wei Ci: "..."
In case Fengzhen would say more and more outrageous, Wei Ci couldn't bear it and said, "It's not just that."
Feng Zhen asked, "What is that?"
Wei Ci frowned and said, "Do you think... the lord has the possibility to win the championship?"
Feng Zhen thought for a while, and said, "If the disaster in the northern border can be eliminated smoothly, my lord will be able to add nine tins to his body and establish himself as emperor."
If he could conquer the northern border and most of Dongqing's land, it would not be too much to establish himself as an emperor.
Wei Ci asked again, "If a woman is the emperor, should she respect her husband?"
Feng Zhen subconsciously wanted to answer "ridiculous", but suddenly stopped.
Wei Ci smiled wryly and said, "If you regard your husband as the most respected, the family of relatives will undoubtedly dominate the family. If the country does not rule the country, the so-called emperor becomes a joke. The important ministers of the government and the opposition can tolerate one empress, but can they tolerate two or even three? Pass the throne to the prince, and the disputes among relatives will intensify. As you can see, the aristocratic family is now prosperous and holds military power in its hands. If there is a male emperor on the throne, the harem will become a channel for the aristocratic family to control the emperor. No matter what you do, it will be wrong... …It’s still a bit far away to say these things now, but we have to face them.”
Feng Zhen was dumbfounded, he really didn't think so much.
"Wait——according to your words, is it better to let the lord have no heirs for the rest of his life?"
In other words, when the lord conquers the world, she will adopt her brother's heir and forcibly surrender the world?
"How is it possible?" Wei Ci's eyes were stern, and he said, "The best way is to leave the father and keep the son."
After Feng Zhen heard this, his eyelids jumped twice.
Wei Ci said, "Forget it, what are you doing talking about something so far away. If you have nothing to do, go home as soon as possible."
Standing in front of him, Wei Ci felt an eyesore.
Feng Zhen heard the disgust in Wei Ci's words, and still stayed cheeky, but he was thinking of Wei Ci's previous words.
If the lord can really aspire to the ninth-five position, the heir is indeed a problem.
In addition, Wei Ci's words also mentioned the issue of the aristocratic family.
Now there are a lot of self-respecting aristocratic families, and the troubled times are fine. If the world gradually moves towards unification, this will become a hidden danger of splitting again. With her protagonist's temper, how could she like to be restrained? Either the aristocratic family will be completely weakened, or the aristocratic family will counterattack and become a puppet. The interests of the two are completely opposed, and there is almost no possibility of reconciliation.
Feng Zhen frowned, thinking of various hypotheses.
Wei Ci on the side had already calmed down, took off the teapot from the tea stove, and showed off a wave of tea art.
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